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So now the end is near huh? The semester is ending and people are cramming like some hung over college kid for the bar exam. It’s chaos on the hill, and really it all begs the question, “Who are we kidding?”
There’s no way in hell that this weekend is enough to prepare a student for an exam based on an entire semester’s information. People think that studying this hard for an exam is going to help them.
I’ve got news for all of you. You’re better off not studying at all at this point rather than try and cram. You’re just going to confuse yourself with facts. There IS such a thing as too much studying.
Some guys have been holed up in their rooms this weekend in order to study, only coming out to use the bathroom. They even bring their books in the bathroom to study some more.
Dude, seriously you’re not gonna learn anymore by taking your textbook into the bathroom. Give yourself a minute and a half to use the toilet and go back if u wanna.
I just don’t get the obsession to study like a maniac.
My roommate just told me a saying that his region of China lives by.
“If you have a small test, have a little fun. If you have a big test, have a lot of fun.”
Words of Wisdom from OVS.
Everyone just needs some time off.
Lets start with a letter.
A letter would be the theoretical point of the word world
points can be arranged in many ways, as can letters.
letters form words as points connect to form lines.
Lines are manipulated to become shapes and curves.
Words are manipulated to become sentences.
Lots of sentences create paragraphs, essays, books, and meaning bursts from the pages.
Lines form into shapes and shading, they form the paintings and images.
meaning is formed from the seemingly insignificant parts of our universe.
Knife in the back
Fall to my knees crying out
Motionless, like the sea on a calm day
or the calm before a storm.
Something is coming, but not even I knows when.
Only when the stars align will time begin to move.
The knife will be removed,
and I will be able to breath,
I will be able to move,
I will be able.
It is that dreaded time of year again, finals.
After a full semester of work all I have to show for it is a bunch of pieces of crumpled papers in the bottom of my backpack and the ink my teacher puts on my test telling me how I did in their class this semester.
This time is stressful for all, and I try to not get caught up in the stress, but there is just no way around it.
Honestly, most finals for me aren’t too hard.
History? No sir.
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This past Thursday, I went down to Oxnard to look at a used car. After being told by the owner that the car’s trunk was big enough to store a gun by a very serious man, I took off to the nearby guitar center to waste some time. I ended up walking out with a Gretsch G9220.
Before Thursday, I’d been playing slide on a Yamaha classical guitar with three nylon strings. Needless to say it hadn’t been sounding to authentic. I started playing slide after hearing old slide players like the Texan Blind Willie Johnson. His music literally transcends his genre and even time. The beautiful slide on “Dark was the night, Cold was the ground” is one of the most beautiful songs ever recorded. The loneliness portrayed in this song is one of the many feelings slide can represent.
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